Window frost beading and going home Cold sun mornings sow reminders Of fragility. Whose sadness did you inherit? How’ve you honored it? Like a relic? Like a feud? In the strangest afternoon of our souls, I had seen your good eyes and hoped in high spirals
Kept
Kept
Kept
Window frost beading and going home Cold sun mornings sow reminders Of fragility. Whose sadness did you inherit? How’ve you honored it? Like a relic? Like a feud? In the strangest afternoon of our souls, I had seen your good eyes and hoped in high spirals